Bad Poetry

Dead

The night I died was tragic

It was so fast and weird, it was like magic

I felt the knife go threw my chest

But I knew it was for the best

I screamed in pain and agony

I then realized it was the end of me

My heart started stopping

I can sense people mocking

I waited to feel no pain

That's when I heard my name

The person said it's ok

God is going to take me away

As soon as the clock hit seven

I was then in heaven